US Trip ’07: Stone Mountain, Georgia

May 26, 2007. After our Rock City stop, we decided to pass by Ruby Falls, which was also on Lookout Mountain. By the time we got there, however, the lines were unbelievably long. It was Memorial Day, so it wasn’t very surprising. We decided against falling in line and just posed for some pictures then headed back to Metro Atlanta.

We were thinking of passing by CNN, at last, but again, we didn’t make it to the last 5 PM tour. To make most of the day, we just went to Stone Mountain Park in the outskirts of Atlanta.

Stone Mountain Park, Atlanta

Stone Mountain is a theme park that’s home to this large natural protrusion of granite rock called, well, Stone Mountain. At one side of Stone Mountain is a large carving of three American historical figures on horses. This sculpture is touted by some as the “eighth wonder of the world.” Until then, I always believed the Banaue Rice Terraces was really the eighth wonder of the world, then I realized that the label is a common term used to glorify various magnificent structures around the world.

Inside the park, we checked out the various attractions. Foremost, is of course, the granite mountain itself. To get there, we had to ride this skyride cable car to the top, where there was a station. It really was a large piece of white rock. It was quite amusing and breathtaking at the top. And because it was the beginning of summer, it was surprisingly warm too, even though it was also windy.

We also checked out the 3D theater, walked around the (American) South-inspired theme park, and rode this old locomotive that traversed a track around the mountain.

At the end of the day, we sat down with hundreds of Americans in the big lawn in front of the mountain to watch a laser light show and a fireworks display commemorating America’s “brave heroes.” Hm, well, it was Memorial Day, so what did I expect? It turned out to be a large pep rally glorifying America’s military strength and bravery. We left the venue halfway through the beautiful fireworks display. Well, not because we couldn’t stomach the rabid nationalism that made us feel a little isolated (pero p’wede rin), but because we wanted to avoid the traffic out of the park.

Stone Mountain Park, Atlanta

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